f: yoochun likes cleaning
→ yoochun likes cleaning | PG13 | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (1/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob. (for paprika)
→ you can also read this in Russian, translated by the lovely lamerk (( here ))
C H A P T E R - O N E
“It was enchanting to meet you.” Were the exact words Yoochun told him that one chilly midnight outside the dimly lit bar. He didn’t care whether the line came from a poem or a song, but it encouraged his barely drunk self to lunge forward and kiss the pair of luscious lips. They had been taunting him all night long and inwardly cheered when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso, bringing him closer.
‘Please don’t be in love with someone else.
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.’
It was forthcoming that he’d take Yoochun home, with his apartment only a few blocks away compared to the other’s 30 minute drive.
Clothes scattered in flurry, bare bodies curling, rubbing and sweating on the hallway, almost missing the lonesome bedroom.
The first thrust was too tight and messy. The second was uncomfortable and hurried. The subsequent movements were pure bliss. It didn’t take too long for them as Yunho released himself into the clenching entrance; lips mouthing the attractive patch of skin along Yoochun’s outstretched neck.
Yoochun’s usually deep voice soared, although a bit hoarse. “Enchanting,” he mumbles sleepily, accepting the lazy kiss moving atop his puffed and reddened lips.
Yunho decided he absolutely loved this poetic side of him.
~*~
With the impression that their relationship would be as enchanting as the day they first met, Yoochun expected a little too much.
Despite the dandy personification, Yoochun was in love with the idea of finding the ideal prince. One that would sweep him away and be the perfect guy everyone would envy.
“That’s so gay.” Jaejoong once teased, laughing when he at least tried to be honest with him.
Punching his best friend’s shoulder, Yoochun left him in a huff, “Nothing’s gayer than your pink skinnies.” But a part of him thinks that the whole Knight-in-shining armor thing was a little too much. Even some girls grew out of that obsession.
When Yoochun first met Yunho at the local bar he frequently visits, he thought it was only going to be unforgettable one-night bliss.
Yunho was too perfect… too gentlemanly… too much of everything that Yoochun literally had to pinch himself underneath the table to check if he was in a strange dream sequence.
It was tough luck that he had been a little drunk that night and was unable to control the words slipping out of his lips. Tough luck that Yunho thought it was the most romantic and cheesy thing he had ever heard and moved in to kiss him senseless.
The sex was amazing. The morning sex was even better.
The lingering soreness on his back brought a sleazy smile on his face. The doorman gave him an odd look but he ignored it, happily limping his way into the available elevator.
“You got laid.” Kim Junsu, his roommate since University days noted as soon as he stepped into the warm threshold of their apartment. It was already half-past twelve but Junsu looked like he just stepped out of bed without even bothering to tame the wild tangles of blond hair.
Ignoring the accusation, Yoochun leaned heavily against the counter and crossed his arms. “Where’s Jae?” his voice almost accusatory.
Junsu narrowed his eyes and replied after sipping his stone cold coffee, “In your room, sleeping.”
Mirroring the way the other’s eyes reduced to a pair of tiny slits, Yoochun questioned warily, “You guys didn’t do it on my bed, did you?”
“Shut up!” The blond almost spluttered his coffee all over the counter. It was pathetic how the two still danced around each other after so many years. Yoochun did them a favor a thousand of times already, but the two would always waste the opportunity.
“Dude, you can fuck Jae anywhere, just not my bed for god’s sakes-”
“We didn’t do anything you fucktard! He was waiting for you to come home last night.”
“Aw, did you comfort him till he stopped crying?”
“Do you want to die?” ignoring the uncharacteristic giggle snort, Junsu sat on the bar stool and cringed at the taste of his cold coffee. “Now back to you getting laid-judging by,” his eyes briefly glanced at the clock above the TV, “the time you got back from his place… I’m guessing he was amazing.”
“He’s heavenly.”
“Bleh, you and your adjectives.”
“What do you want me to say? That he’s got a huge co-”
“No need. I can clearly say he's well endowed.” Laughing at the way Yoochun winced as he tried to sit on the chair, Junsu asked, “What’s his name?”
With acute discomfort, Yoochun tried to find the best position without straining his back too much. Boy, was last night incredible! “Yunho…” the name rolled around his tongue like a delicate wine.
“You know who?”
Both men looked up to find a very sleepy Jaejoong stumbling over the edge of his pj’s. Moving toward the refrigerator, he took out the half-empty half-full carton of juice and chugged it down his parched throat.
“You’re taking that with you if you can’t finish it.” Yoochun hated it when Jae drinks on the lid and leave it inside the fridge for many days.
“Weirdo.” Muttering darkly, he finished the juice and dumped the empty carton in the bin. “Hi, Junsu~” He subtly ran his hand down the blond’s arm before sitting himself down across Yoochun.
“Hi,” gnawing on his lower lip, Junsu reluctantly got up and washed the used mug. Seeing Jae always had his heart beating incessantly inside his chest. Avoiding him had been the only solution available at the moment.
“You look too happy this morning.”
“It’s half-past-noon, Jae.”
“Irrelevant. You look like you had-” Jaejoong’s voice trailed off as his face turned alight in realization. “Oh my god, you had sex!”
Yoochun had no intention to hide it and even released a soft sigh of pleasure at the memory. “He was divine.”
Before his best friend could bombard him with questions, the phone rang conveniently. When he picked it up, Jaejoong was fast enough to push the ‘speaker’ button.
“Bitch.” Yoochun mouthed while Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. They could hear Junsu bemoaning ‘the lack of maturity in this household’ somewhere in the living room.
“H-hello? Yoochun?” there was a sound of shuffling on the other end.
“Hi,” Clearing his throat, Yoochun cursed himself inwardly for sounding a little too squeaky.
“I just called to check if you got home safely.” A pause, “Are you okay?” Yunho questioned earnestly.
Face contorting with satisfaction, Yoochun leaned against his hand, almost mooning over the sweetness of the other man. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” He ignored the way Jaejoong made barfing motions at the sweet tone that picked-up his voice. “So, what are you up to?”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “I have to hand-in my project today then I’m free for the rest of the evening."
“Oh.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to go out and eat dinner with me. Nothing fancy, I just-wait, am I moving too fast here?”
“No, no, no. I would love to.” Yoochun tried to kick Jaejoong who had been pacing back and forth, a predatory smile stretched tightly on his face.
Even Yunho’s laughter sounded attractive. “Okay, then I’ll meet you at the coffee shop near your place? Say, seven o’clock?”
“Got it. Seven. Yeah, I’ll see you.”
“If my professor takes forever to sign my project, I’ll hurry. If you get bored waiting for me, please call me right away. I’ll try to entertain you if I can.”
“You know I will,” Yoochun acknowledged. Hanging up, his hand automatically grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and frantically squeezed. “He asked me out!”
“No shit,” Jaejoong faked a gasp, “I was here all the time.” The next thing he knew, he had a very clingy best friend wrapped around him. They looked like a human spring roll. “He sounds nice. And handsome. Please, tell me he’s good looking?”
“He is.” Yoochun pulled back and cupped Jaejoong’s face, squishing his cheeks together, “He’s so hot.”
“Careful there, lover boy.” Jaejoong wagged a finger back and forth, “You can’t fall too fast. You haven’t even dated him yet.” But judging from the way his best friend’s eyes literally sparkled at the thought of seeing this guy he met and had a ‘supposedly’ one-night stand with, Jaejoong knew he was way far into deep.
~*~
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Shush! And try not to get noticed.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit ambitious? We’re both blondes.”
“This is America, Junsu. We’re not the only ones.”
“Shh! I think he’s here.”
“Yeah? Where??”
“Stay still. God, you suck at this.”
“Shut up!”
Jaejoong quickly hid his face behind the huge café menu, all the while training his eyes towards the gorgeous number walking his way towards his best friend. Yoochun looked perpetually… decent, except for the flops. The laid back fashion Yoochun donned was a complete opposite of what his date had put on.
“He’s handsome.” Jaejoong sounded quite breathless.
Frowning, Junsu nudged his rib, “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Jaejoong pouted, “I’ve always appreciated those that are aesthetically pleasing.” Deep inside, he quite enjoyed the forming scowl on Junsu’s usually emotionless face.
“Whatever.”
“Aww, Junsu,” Jaejoong slipped his arm around the other and pressed himself closer towards the other blond. “You're aesthetically pleasing too.”
Junsu quickly took the forgotten menu on the table and handed it to the blond, more like thumping him on the forehead, “Quick! Hide before he sees us!” he whispered urgently, eyes concentrating on the two figures walking out of the cafe. So much for spying on them.
A few seconds later, Jaejoong's phone vibrated. He almost chocked on his own spit when Yoochun's name flashed on the screen.
'Nice try, blondies. I can see you all the way from my table. Anyway, don't wait up. Looks like I'll be staying over at Yunho's.'
“Hey, remember what I told you. Don't fall fa--”
'Too late, babe. He's a keeper.' Those were the few words Kim Jaejoong that day, and he made sure to remember it. For by the time Yoochun comes running and crying to him again, he’ll have some salt to rub into the wound.
Yeah, that’s what friends are for.
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→ chaptered (1/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob. (for paprika)
→ you can also read this in Russian, translated by the lovely lamerk (( here ))
C H A P T E R - O N E
“It was enchanting to meet you.” Were the exact words Yoochun told him that one chilly midnight outside the dimly lit bar. He didn’t care whether the line came from a poem or a song, but it encouraged his barely drunk self to lunge forward and kiss the pair of luscious lips. They had been taunting him all night long and inwardly cheered when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso, bringing him closer.
‘Please don’t be in love with someone else.
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.’
It was forthcoming that he’d take Yoochun home, with his apartment only a few blocks away compared to the other’s 30 minute drive.
Clothes scattered in flurry, bare bodies curling, rubbing and sweating on the hallway, almost missing the lonesome bedroom.
The first thrust was too tight and messy. The second was uncomfortable and hurried. The subsequent movements were pure bliss. It didn’t take too long for them as Yunho released himself into the clenching entrance; lips mouthing the attractive patch of skin along Yoochun’s outstretched neck.
Yoochun’s usually deep voice soared, although a bit hoarse. “Enchanting,” he mumbles sleepily, accepting the lazy kiss moving atop his puffed and reddened lips.
Yunho decided he absolutely loved this poetic side of him.
~*~
With the impression that their relationship would be as enchanting as the day they first met, Yoochun expected a little too much.
Despite the dandy personification, Yoochun was in love with the idea of finding the ideal prince. One that would sweep him away and be the perfect guy everyone would envy.
“That’s so gay.” Jaejoong once teased, laughing when he at least tried to be honest with him.
Punching his best friend’s shoulder, Yoochun left him in a huff, “Nothing’s gayer than your pink skinnies.” But a part of him thinks that the whole Knight-in-shining armor thing was a little too much. Even some girls grew out of that obsession.
When Yoochun first met Yunho at the local bar he frequently visits, he thought it was only going to be unforgettable one-night bliss.
Yunho was too perfect… too gentlemanly… too much of everything that Yoochun literally had to pinch himself underneath the table to check if he was in a strange dream sequence.
It was tough luck that he had been a little drunk that night and was unable to control the words slipping out of his lips. Tough luck that Yunho thought it was the most romantic and cheesy thing he had ever heard and moved in to kiss him senseless.
The sex was amazing. The morning sex was even better.
The lingering soreness on his back brought a sleazy smile on his face. The doorman gave him an odd look but he ignored it, happily limping his way into the available elevator.
“You got laid.” Kim Junsu, his roommate since University days noted as soon as he stepped into the warm threshold of their apartment. It was already half-past twelve but Junsu looked like he just stepped out of bed without even bothering to tame the wild tangles of blond hair.
Ignoring the accusation, Yoochun leaned heavily against the counter and crossed his arms. “Where’s Jae?” his voice almost accusatory.
Junsu narrowed his eyes and replied after sipping his stone cold coffee, “In your room, sleeping.”
Mirroring the way the other’s eyes reduced to a pair of tiny slits, Yoochun questioned warily, “You guys didn’t do it on my bed, did you?”
“Shut up!” The blond almost spluttered his coffee all over the counter. It was pathetic how the two still danced around each other after so many years. Yoochun did them a favor a thousand of times already, but the two would always waste the opportunity.
“Dude, you can fuck Jae anywhere, just not my bed for god’s sakes-”
“We didn’t do anything you fucktard! He was waiting for you to come home last night.”
“Aw, did you comfort him till he stopped crying?”
“Do you want to die?” ignoring the uncharacteristic giggle snort, Junsu sat on the bar stool and cringed at the taste of his cold coffee. “Now back to you getting laid-judging by,” his eyes briefly glanced at the clock above the TV, “the time you got back from his place… I’m guessing he was amazing.”
“He’s heavenly.”
“Bleh, you and your adjectives.”
“What do you want me to say? That he’s got a huge co-”
“No need. I can clearly say he's well endowed.” Laughing at the way Yoochun winced as he tried to sit on the chair, Junsu asked, “What’s his name?”
With acute discomfort, Yoochun tried to find the best position without straining his back too much. Boy, was last night incredible! “Yunho…” the name rolled around his tongue like a delicate wine.
“You know who?”
Both men looked up to find a very sleepy Jaejoong stumbling over the edge of his pj’s. Moving toward the refrigerator, he took out the half-empty half-full carton of juice and chugged it down his parched throat.
“You’re taking that with you if you can’t finish it.” Yoochun hated it when Jae drinks on the lid and leave it inside the fridge for many days.
“Weirdo.” Muttering darkly, he finished the juice and dumped the empty carton in the bin. “Hi, Junsu~” He subtly ran his hand down the blond’s arm before sitting himself down across Yoochun.
“Hi,” gnawing on his lower lip, Junsu reluctantly got up and washed the used mug. Seeing Jae always had his heart beating incessantly inside his chest. Avoiding him had been the only solution available at the moment.
“You look too happy this morning.”
“It’s half-past-noon, Jae.”
“Irrelevant. You look like you had-” Jaejoong’s voice trailed off as his face turned alight in realization. “Oh my god, you had sex!”
Yoochun had no intention to hide it and even released a soft sigh of pleasure at the memory. “He was divine.”
Before his best friend could bombard him with questions, the phone rang conveniently. When he picked it up, Jaejoong was fast enough to push the ‘speaker’ button.
“Bitch.” Yoochun mouthed while Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. They could hear Junsu bemoaning ‘the lack of maturity in this household’ somewhere in the living room.
“H-hello? Yoochun?” there was a sound of shuffling on the other end.
“Hi,” Clearing his throat, Yoochun cursed himself inwardly for sounding a little too squeaky.
“I just called to check if you got home safely.” A pause, “Are you okay?” Yunho questioned earnestly.
Face contorting with satisfaction, Yoochun leaned against his hand, almost mooning over the sweetness of the other man. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” He ignored the way Jaejoong made barfing motions at the sweet tone that picked-up his voice. “So, what are you up to?”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “I have to hand-in my project today then I’m free for the rest of the evening."
“Oh.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to go out and eat dinner with me. Nothing fancy, I just-wait, am I moving too fast here?”
“No, no, no. I would love to.” Yoochun tried to kick Jaejoong who had been pacing back and forth, a predatory smile stretched tightly on his face.
Even Yunho’s laughter sounded attractive. “Okay, then I’ll meet you at the coffee shop near your place? Say, seven o’clock?”
“Got it. Seven. Yeah, I’ll see you.”
“If my professor takes forever to sign my project, I’ll hurry. If you get bored waiting for me, please call me right away. I’ll try to entertain you if I can.”
“You know I will,” Yoochun acknowledged. Hanging up, his hand automatically grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and frantically squeezed. “He asked me out!”
“No shit,” Jaejoong faked a gasp, “I was here all the time.” The next thing he knew, he had a very clingy best friend wrapped around him. They looked like a human spring roll. “He sounds nice. And handsome. Please, tell me he’s good looking?”
“He is.” Yoochun pulled back and cupped Jaejoong’s face, squishing his cheeks together, “He’s so hot.”
“Careful there, lover boy.” Jaejoong wagged a finger back and forth, “You can’t fall too fast. You haven’t even dated him yet.” But judging from the way his best friend’s eyes literally sparkled at the thought of seeing this guy he met and had a ‘supposedly’ one-night stand with, Jaejoong knew he was way far into deep.
~*~
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Shush! And try not to get noticed.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit ambitious? We’re both blondes.”
“This is America, Junsu. We’re not the only ones.”
“Shh! I think he’s here.”
“Yeah? Where??”
“Stay still. God, you suck at this.”
“Shut up!”
Jaejoong quickly hid his face behind the huge café menu, all the while training his eyes towards the gorgeous number walking his way towards his best friend. Yoochun looked perpetually… decent, except for the flops. The laid back fashion Yoochun donned was a complete opposite of what his date had put on.
“He’s handsome.” Jaejoong sounded quite breathless.
Frowning, Junsu nudged his rib, “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Jaejoong pouted, “I’ve always appreciated those that are aesthetically pleasing.” Deep inside, he quite enjoyed the forming scowl on Junsu’s usually emotionless face.
“Whatever.”
“Aww, Junsu,” Jaejoong slipped his arm around the other and pressed himself closer towards the other blond. “You're aesthetically pleasing too.”
Junsu quickly took the forgotten menu on the table and handed it to the blond, more like thumping him on the forehead, “Quick! Hide before he sees us!” he whispered urgently, eyes concentrating on the two figures walking out of the cafe. So much for spying on them.
A few seconds later, Jaejoong's phone vibrated. He almost chocked on his own spit when Yoochun's name flashed on the screen.
'Nice try, blondies. I can see you all the way from my table. Anyway, don't wait up. Looks like I'll be staying over at Yunho's.'
“Hey, remember what I told you. Don't fall fa--”
'Too late, babe. He's a keeper.' Those were the few words Kim Jaejoong that day, and he made sure to remember it. For by the time Yoochun comes running and crying to him again, he’ll have some salt to rub into the wound.
Yeah, that’s what friends are for.
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